Under his stare, Fu Nanshan calmly uttered two words.
"A pet."
Though it was his little niece's pet.
Zhang Wenxiu: ...
A pet!!!
Your pet was an S-Rank Anomaly?
Whose pets were this hardcore?!
Jinbao rolled his eyes at Zhang Wenxiu. What a fuss.
If he hadn't opened his heavenly eye and learned this dog's identity, Zhang Wenxiu would have thought this really was an ordinary puppy. After all, it was so tiny and looked so harmless.
He kept shooting meaningful looks at Fu Nanshan. What was going on? Explain yourself!
It had come all the way to their Hundred Feather Palace. If this S-Rank wanted to do anything, his old bones wouldn't be able to stop it.
Fu Nanshan said, "It's fine."
Zhang Wenxiu: ... You're fine. I'm not!
He was starting to find Fu Nanshan a little irritating. This young man was far too sparing with words.
Qin Yan hadn't noticed their silent exchange at all. She was busy checking the crow's wound.
"I'll change your dressing in a little while."
Then she took out a grape and offered it to the crow.
Zhang Wenxiu had no choice. They were already here, he couldn't beat it, and he couldn't ask it to leave. He could only talk to Fu Nanshan with trepidation.
But his nervous gaze remained fixed on that S-Rank Anomaly.
He thought of the Anomaly records the Special Administration Bureau had recently updated.
"Don't tell me this is that Hellhound?"
Fu Nanshan nodded.
Zhang Wenxiu took a deep breath. "So what exactly is going on?"
Fu Nanshan said, "A pet."
He patted Qin Yan's little head.
"Yanyan's."
Qin Yan turned to look at him in bewilderment.
She blinked, then picked up Jinbao and held him toward Zhang Wenxiu.
"Grandpa Zhang, do you like Jinbao?"
"But Jinbao